There was no one in the dark living room, and Xiang Hui groped his way to the door of Ansu's room.

Xiang Hui knocked lightly on the door, but the people inside ignored him. He knocked twice more.

An Su's impatient voice came from inside: "What do you want to do?" ”

Xiang Hui explained in a low voice: "That...... I won't use the water heater. ”

Ansu reluctantly opened the door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xiang Hui's two long legs bare, and he was stunned, ashamed and angry, "You...... You rascal! ”

Xiang Hui looked at her innocently. What's in it? He wasn't dressed like that for running down the street. He's not an innocent little boy, and he's had the most intimate contact with his girlfriend, so he doesn't feel embarrassed to dress like this indoors. But he forgot that Ansu was not his girlfriend. He also didn't know that Ansu was only willing to live with memories for the past sixteen years.

Seeing her flushed face, Xiang Hui understood, hurriedly turned around, coughed twice, and explained embarrassedly: "My pants are soaked, and I didn't bring a change of clothes......

Can you wear it like this in someone else's house without a change of clothes?

An Su was speechless, pushed away the unashamed man, and walked straight to the bathroom.

It was the most old-fashioned Wanjiale water heater, with two knobs on it, one for the switch and one for the water temperature adjustment. Unlike the water heater that can be automatically lit by turning on the gas and directly passing on the water, you have to press the switch knob first, and after hearing the sound of dripping more than ten times, the knob switch is twisted flat, and then the water is turned on, so that the hot water comes out.

Watching An Su operate skillfully, Xiang Hui said, "It turns out that this old antique is used like this." ”

Although the water pressure in the old house is low and the water output of the water heater is not large, it is enough to wash away Xiang Hui's embarrassment. Although the water heater with black smoke emitting from it at work made him a little disgusted, he had to admit that he was fortunate to have it at the moment. He hummed the tune comfortably, and it was still the song "Ripples".

Ansu didn't know why she was standing outside the bathroom when she heard the familiar melody coming from inside. This time, she didn't hear the sweetness in the song, only the emotion in her heart. Yes, life is as light as flowing water, whether it is beautiful or happy, in the end, all that can be left is a faint imprint.

Recently, when I think back on the past, what impresses me is the trivial things that happened by chance when I look up and look down, and the things that I once thought were unforgettable have faded. The years are like water, washing away day after day, and I believe that the years will not be washed away without a trace, but they will become lighter and fainter, and more and more faint. There are always songs that fade into people's memories, only occasionally escaping low from their mouths when the old man pats his grandson on the back and lulls him to sleep. Will one day when she become as old as a ballad, she may look back and just curl the corners of her lips and say to herself lightly: "Oh, it turns out that these things happened back then!" ”

The resentment in An Su's heart gradually faded in the singing, so faint that only the mark remained. But the original love in her heart is still deep.

Ansu, who came back to her senses, silently returned to her room and pulled a blanket from the bed.

Xiang Hui didn't expect An Su to stand in the living room, less embarrassed in the dark. Ansu shoved the blanket into her and turned back to her room.

Xiang Hui took the blanket, draped it over his body, and then circled it around and put it on his shoulder. If he had a mirror in front of him at this moment, he would surely have thought that the person in the mirror was Mahatma Gandhi, who led the non-violent non-cooperation movement. Wrapping the blanket, he quickly followed, pulling her in as soon as she entered the room.

An Su shook him off and said sharply, "What are you doing?" ”

Xiang Hui retracted his hand and said, "I don't have any crooked thoughts. Can we talk. ”

"It's late, I want to rest." Ansu finished and slammed the door shut.

Xiang Hui looked at the closed door in a daze, and An Su was standing behind the door at this time. They used to be a pair of good friends, but today, it is the best ending for An Su to be able to resolve their hatred, how can they become friends again. But for Xiang Hui, he just hopes to have a good memory to support his future prison life.

Suddenly darkness fell in the room, and a flash of lightning flashed through it, and the light of the moment made people see the extremely hideous side of the canopy, and the thunder that followed seemed to collapse the city in its roar. Ansu, who was puzzled, was so frightened by the sudden thunder and lightning that he slammed sideways against the door.

Looking at the door in front of him that was shaken, Xiang Hui reached out and knocked on the door without thinking. At the same time, he anxiously asked, "Ansu, what's wrong with you?" ”

The door opened, and the people outside rushed inside, and the people inside ran outside, just in time to hit the full arms. Ansu's head hit Xiang Hui's face, causing him to snort in pain, but then a sweet smell wafted into his nose, making him forget the pain. He remembered the smell, it was sandalwood, and he had been to her house several times, and he could smell it every time. It wasn't the smell that belonged to Ansu, but the smell that belonged to her private space. He suddenly remembered that the little monk also had this sandalwood fragrance faintly on his body.

Xiang Hui was distracted, and An Su pushed him away with force. As he stepped back, his hand accidentally tugged at the beads on her wrists. The rope broke with a "pop", and the small wooden beads scattered on the ground, making a "crackling" sound. Almost at the same time, Ansu threw herself on the ground, fumbling to pick up the beads.

At that moment, Xiang Hui suddenly understood that this was the taste of memories and memories that belonged to them. It turns out that for the past sixteen years, she has been guarding their memories in this way. And in those memories, there was never him. Because of this, she was able to promise her mother to forget everything, and for her, just those memories were enough to sustain her through the long years.

This kind of realization made the proud Xiang Hui unacceptable, and looked angrily at An Su who was lying on the ground groping. He crouched down, grabbed her hand, which was still groping on the ground, and yelled, "Don't look for it! Even if you get all the beads back, he won't come back. ”

Ansu broke free of her right hand and slapped him hard.

This slap was especially loud in the darkness, but it didn't make Xiang Hui quiet, he grabbed An Su's two hands tightly, and said word by word: "He's dead, he's dead, I killed him." ”

This is the first time in sixteen years that Xiang Hui has admitted that he killed Shi Jingming. A simple sentence, every word came into Ansu's ears with great clarity. They told An Su clearly, and they also told Xiang Hui himself clearly that he was a sinner, not a witness.

Every word of this sentence was like a needle, stitch after needle pierced into An Su's heart, and the pain made her struggle like crazy. But the more she struggled, the tighter Xiang Hui buckled, and soon it evolved into two twists and turns. Xiang Hui's clamping made An Suyu fight for the trapped beast, but unfortunately the strength of the two was very different, and she was suppressed so that she couldn't move.

The blanket draped over Xiang Hui's body had already fallen to the ground, and the shirt that had only been buttoned casually was open to expose his shoulders. Ansu, who had been stimulated by that sentence and lost his mind, bit his bare right shoulder.

Xiang Hui snorted and let go of her grip. An Su's ten fingers, whose hands were free, grabbed his back fiercely, and his nails sank deep into his skin, and each time he scratched, there were several deep blood marks. But Xiang Hui didn't push her away, but let her vent, as if only such pain could alleviate the guilt and remorse in his heart.

Ansu bit down this hard time, and it was not until he smelled the smell of blood between his lips and teeth that he gradually came to his senses, trembling and loosening his mouth, lying weakly on his shoulder, crying in a low voice.

Xiang Hui gently leaned his head against her, rubbing her hair.

They were so tired that they just wanted to sleep. Because of this entanglement, or because of each other's sixteen years of burden. (To be continued.) )